Ira: Nonsense. It will be our greatest ally, without a doubt. (He then picks it up, patting the tabby's head as gently as he can. The small cat jumps onto Ira's head)
Rue: It's name will be... Alek. Aeksandr Sardaeine. (She plucks the kitten from Ira and discreetly kisses its nose when no one is looking)
Rex narrows his eyes and raises his hackles in an attempt to assert dominance. The kitten mews. Rex: I don't like it.
Rue: That's because you have terrible taste.
(The group dissembles into quarreling.)
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What would your character do if they met the villain at the grocery store?
“It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
"Well, I'll be sleeping a lot. And quickly finding the nearest library or Dunkin with WiFi. Do they even have Dunkin here?" - Aubriana - - - You enter your character's world and kiss them.
Kassia leans back in alarm before her author can get close, already reaching for the hilt of her sheathed sword. She shoots the stranger an icy glare. "What are you doing?"
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Your character realizes they're lucid dreaming and have the ability to do whatever they want within their dream world. What do they do with it?
Saturn sat, strait-jacket tight around his chest. He was silent and stone-faced, his blue skin usually pale as he waited. Cyra would come for him, xe always would. He only had to wait.
Your character discovers that their best friend is a werewolf.
She/They/Fae
Just call me Lorde.
You can find my projects here! I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm here for you if you need to talk. <3
Neptune fixed their sunhat, chewing on their lip. "Hey! Uh- Zylphia." They tapped their fingers together. "Would you - would you like to go to the dance with me as my romantic partner?"
Your character gets an invitation to the antagonist's wedding.
She/They/Fae
Just call me Lorde.
You can find my projects here! I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm here for you if you need to talk. <3
Artemis leaned against the hall in a dusty green suit, nose wrinkled. She loved helping out, but romance was, simply put, not for her. The air was too floral, filled with fancy perfume. Gross. She hated it here.
Your character is visited by the ghost of a loved one.
She/They/Fae
Just call me Lorde.
You can find my projects here! I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm here for you if you need to talk. <3
Don't aim at success--the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. — Viktor E. Frankl
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